Willfrith grabs Bridget's hand and heads back into the forest, "We need some vines and branches, lots of them". An hour later, a makeshift slead had been put together next to the deer. While Bridget knots the last vines, Willfrith takes a step back, wiping the sweat from his brow, very pleased by what he sees, ''Damn, I must be a genius''. Not the least bit impressed, Bridget stands up and takes a step back as well, ''It's... a decent idea'', she forcefully admits. ''I know right!'', Willfrith turns to her, brimming with enthusiasm and twinkling eyes. A minute of silence goes by before they both turn to look at the large carcass and then back at each other, ''Alright, now all we've got to do is load her up'' Willfrith states confidently. His eyes glued fiercely at the slead. Gently shutting her eyes, Bridget shakes her head painfully from side to side as she holds her head. After what seemed like an eternity of heavy grunting, pushing, pulling and manoeuvring, both Bridget and Willfrith fall back onto the soft grass, a bit sweaty, flushed and a little out of breath. ''AHHHH...FINALLY! We can go home!'', Willfrith groans happily, slumping down further into the grass. Bridget scrunches her nose up and playfully kicks his thigh, taking a few more deep breaths after, ''I did most of the heavy work! You don't just 'get' to pretend to be tuckered out, just because you gave a few nudges!''. Then from in the distance, cutting their bickering short, a familiar roar echoes out.

A cold sweat runs down their skin, their eyes glued to the opposite end of the ghostly tree line, with bated breath, frozen they stay, as chilling fear resurfaces, prickling up and down their spines, fingers and toes. Slowly a dagger's hilt pushes past the foliage and low branches. Crusted grey fur oozing with pussy blood, mixed with dirt where its blade clings in its eye socket, accompanied by heavy footsteps and raspy loud breathing. The bear stops as it meets their gaze. ''S...so what's the plan Bri, because running, doesn't seem to be an option anymore'', Willfrith whispers without breaking eye contact, his heart pounding in his chest. Bridget's mind goes blank, her heart pounding just as hard. In a slight panic, she whispers back uncertainly, ''Well...I got nothing! And if running isn't an option, I think we're out of options!!!''. Slowly reaching down Willfrith takes out two vials from the bag tied to his belt and hands one over to Bridget, ''Well it's do or die now''. Noticing his movements the bear begins to move towards them. ''Take this oil and coat the arrow tips. I'll buy us some time''. Without any better options, Bridget nods and pops open the vial, the smell familiar, ''Jackalroot'', she whispers. While Bridget prepares, Willfrith steps out towards the bear. His senses seemingly play tricks on him, as a disgusting sense of calm settles into his bones the closer he approaches.

Inching closer towards death, he yells in frustration at the creature, ''You ugly bastard. Was I truly that tasty that one bite wasn't enough, you had to come back for seconds!''.  Unbothered, the bear pauses as it reaches the centre of the field. Using this opportunity, he shots down a vial with a tattered smudged label of a skull and crossbones just above the small inscription of its name - Limit Break. The vial drops from his grip as his entire body tenses up. Willfriths fingers curl in agony as the pressure builds, his veins bulging and blood dripping from his eyes, ears and under his nails. His heaving breaths dizzying him momentarily as he stares ragefully at the bear.

Everything in view seems to slow down, as the passing of a singular dragon-bug between them cuts through the growing tension. Every wing flap buzzing in Willfriths ears. Three. Two. One, Just as it flies by, Willfrith and the bear roar as race towards each other. He skids under the bear, dodging its attack by a hair. Quickly getting back up. Luring the bear into changing direction towards him. The bear swivels around, placing Bridget in its blind spot. Hurriedly, Bridget draws an arrow, and then fires, but the bear's sudden shift to bite Willfrith blocks the shot with one of its bone plates. ''Crap!'', Briget exclaims as she grabs another arrow from the bunch. The bear halts at the sensation of the arrow hitting and turns its attention to her. Willfrth, who manages to scale atop one of the branches of a tree, snappily leaps off as he sees the bear head for Bridget. Looks around, he quickly picks up a nearby stone and throws it at the bear's rear. Seemingly annoyed, the bear growls as it turns its head to the side to glare at Willfrith then rushes at Bridget.

Bridget hugs the bow and grabs the arrows spread beside her, quickly rolling to the side. The bear's claws grip against the soil as it twists itself around, but the momentum causes it to knock against a tree. The shock waves, sink the blade slightly deeper into its infected flesh, hurdling forth an agonizing cry from the creature. Weakly and slowly picking itself back up, the bear's head hangs low, huffing and puffing in a low growl with more pus and blood leaking down its muzzle. Trodding steadily towards Willfrith, the bear begins to circle around him. Cleverly closing in on their distance. For a while Willfrith simply stays in place, carefully observing every movement the creature makes. He slowly crouches down, never breaking eye contact and reaches for some sand. Just when the bear notices, he throws it into the bear's face, momentarily blinding its senses, when two arrows whizz past, piercing the bear's side.  Without looking back, Willfrith stretches his arm back and gives a thumbs up.

In a maddened frenzy the bear rises onto its hind legs, spinning around as it tries to reach for the arrows lodged in its side. Frustrated and enraged the bear slams its paws into the ground, roaring threateningly as its eye searches for Bridget. Willfrith stumbles back,  when his chest begins to slowly tighten, every breath becoming laboured as adrenaline surges through him and his stippling blood loss leaves him light-headed, further blurring his own senses. The bear finally spots Bridget and charges towards her again. Willfrith looks up, his eyes half open and is spurred into action. He races alongside the bear and lunges at its snout. Gritting his teeth, his arm and legs grip the bone armour and pull at its fur, the stickiness from his bloody fingers providing extra grip, ''Have a taste of your own medicine!!!''. Stunning the bear, Willfrith in a frenzy of his own , clamps his jaw down on the creature's snout, muffling his screams as the taste of flesh and iron fills his mouth. 

Uncontrollably, the bear throws and shakes its head and body from side to side. Seeing the bear trying to ram Willfrith into a tree, with a deep breath, Bridget aims another arrow and sets it loose. The arrow strikes the bear's cheek, pushing into its throat. Stumbling in its movements, the bear chokes on the poison-tipped arrow and its own blood. In its weakened state, Bridget walks in front and aims an arrow once more, but anothers arrow whizzes past her, missing Willfrith's nose, cracking through the bear's forehead, bringing the bear to a collapse. Stunned and confused Bridget twits her head around, searching for where it came from. Looking around, the only thing Bridget spots is the gentle rays of sun passing through the trees, when a figure emerges from the shadows carrying a large bow in one hand. Stepping into the light, a man with silver hair, tied in a loose ponytail and a bright smile starts waving to her. Bridget exhaustedly drops to her knees, tears streaming down her face as she wails and weeps in relief. The man approaches and stands beside Bridget, calmly patting her head as he looks towards Willfrith and the bear, ''Yo kiddo, how did you guys end up here?''.  ''Uncle Ferron!'', she weeps out. Ferron chuckles lightly, still continuing to pat her head, ''Thank you for looking after my boy Bridget''. 

''You little brat, how can you make a little girl cry like this? 'Sigh'.You're supposed to protect her smile'', he says as he takes a few steps towards Willfrith and the bear. Stopping just a foot space away from them, he crouches down and holds onto Wilfrith by the back of his collar, like a feral cat, trying to pry him from the bear, ''You got guts kid, I will say that, but it's time you regain your senses''. With his free hand, reaching down, he rummages through his bag, ''Now... Where the hell did I place that sedative? Ah! Bingo''. Ferron pulls out a little pill, playfully bringing it to Willfrith's clenched mouth, ''Open wide for the coo coo bird!''. Stuck in a craze, Willfrith doesn't even register what is going on around him, his senses completely numbed and his mind a blur. ''Come on now kiddo, open wide'', Ferron tries to force-feed him, eventually after a bit of struggling, shoves the pill through a gap he makes through the bear flesh clenched between his teeth. 

As the sedative takes effect, Willfrith gradually returns to his senses. He squints and looks around trying to regain his clarity and focus then stops at the blurry figure in front of him. ''D..Dad?'', exhausted and confusingly he asks. Ferran moves his finger around in front of Willfrith, as he monitors his eye movements, ''Oh, back to your senses already, good then! Get some sleep because your mother is going to kill us both when we get home''. Ferron picks up Willfrith and places him on the makeshift slead with the dear carcass then walks back over to the bear. He gives the bear a once-over. With a poker face, he thinks to himself while examining its injuries, ''Those kids 'actually' managed to fight this beast''. He turns his head to look at his son then glimpses back at Bridget crying on her knees, a darkness and sudden rage wash over Ferron, as he balls his fist, glaring furiously at the bear. From behind Bridget hears a loud, heavy thud and walks over to Ferron while wiping the tears from her eyes, ''Uncle Ferron, what was that?''. The moment Ferron hears light footsteps behind him, his soft and light personality returns. Getting up, he turns around to face Bridget, ''Let's get you guys home. You can tell me all the trouble you got into this time, along the way, hmm'',  With a bright smile, he helps Bridget wipe her tears away with his handkerchief. Bridget sniffles and nods then heads over to collect their scattered belongings, returning to the slead.

The next day Willfrith slowly awakens to the sight of the familiar wooden ceiling in his bedroom. When he turns his head that's resting on his soft pillow, he sees Bridget sleeping, curled up on the cushy chair next to his bed and thinks to himself, '' I'm so glad she's safe''. His face scrunches together, feeling all the sharp aches and pains from the aftermath with every little move as he lifts himself to sit. As he eases himself back against the headboard, Willfrith stares out his bedside window and spots his mother and father in the front garden. His mother is sitting on a simply made chair, mending his tattered clothes, smiling brightly as she talks to his father, who is laughing and smiling with her while busy skillfully butchering the deer on the ground, as they talk surrounded by the pretty flower beds, accompanied by a soft refreshing breeze that makes the flowers seem as if they were dancing to the tune of their chattering. 

Ferron spots Willfrith looking out his window. Seeing him in such a sorry state, Ferron can't hold himself back and bursts into laughter, when he is abruptly stopped. His mother grabs the lemonade jug from the table and knocks him on his head, then continues to scold him,  while he tries to rescue the jug from an accident waiting to happen if she continues waving it around like a weapon. Willfrith giggles and chuckles at their antics when his mother pauses to look at him and motions with her hand as she sounds out the words 'Are you hungry?'. Willfrith nods  and then looks to his father pointing to the deer then gives him a thumbs up with a proud look on his face. Willfrith gives him a thumbs up in return, before turning back to Bridget. He gently reaches out and tucks a few loose strands of her hair behind her ear then fixes the blanket draped over her, smiling warmly as he does. He leans back into his bed as he nods back off to sleep comforted by the warmth of her hand wraped in his,